Gemotions

"But… I wrote that," she stammered, the words tumbling out in a rush. The room tilted precariously as the accusations were read aloud. She felt like she was watching herself from afar. Her body felt strangely light, as if she could float away. The details of the alleged plagiarism were read aloud, and she felt a sickening lurch in her stomach, as though she had been punched. She struggled to gather her thoughts, to form a coherent argument, but her mind was a jumble, a confused jumble of panic and fear.